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Well, she already had. She eyed the cock he'd tucked back inside his boxers. And she wasn't quite done yet.
“Yes.” She tossed back her long thick curls. “It’s me. I write erotic stories for people to read in the privacy of their own homes. Or on the train to work.” She shrugged, her gaze drifting to the thick fingers he’d tucked in his pocket. Fingers she wanted back on her body. She could recover when she was dead. “It helps pay the bills.”
“Do you not make enough money here?”
She shrugged again. “I get by.”
Her nipples budded against her bra as he studied her, appreciation ripe in his dark eyes. “You’re cold,” he said softly, skimming a hand over her bare ass. Even that scant touch made her shiver. One corner of his mouth tipped up. “And yet I want you even more naked. Guess I’ll have to warm you up.”
Elena swallowed and flicked a quick glance out her open door toward her dimly lit department. “We could go somewhere.”
Like where? Her apartment? His? Maybe a motel?
She struggled to keep her face composed as a new surge of moisture pooled between her legs. A motel would be best, signing in under assumed names like secret lovers who couldn’t wait to have each other. Just like one of her books.
“I wouldn’t last.”
Wouldn't last?She smothered a laugh as she eased a hip onto her desk. “You’re kidding, right?”
He brought her hand to the erection again tenting his boxers. “You think it's funny I want you?”
“No, I think it's amazing.” At the displeased twist of his lips, she sighed. Being a seductress didn’t come easily to her, but she could learn. “I want you too.”
“Let me see your breasts.”
Her fingers curled around the tip of his shaft through his boxers, damp with his desire. She longed to peel back the navy cotton and finally see the tanned length she’d felt so intimately.
But not yet. She wanted to tease him a little more first.
Swallowing deeply, she gripped him hard, then harder still as his breathing hitched. She smiled, stunned by the sweet power building inside her.
This would be fun.
“Your shirt.” His voice sounded choked. “Remove it.”
“So I get naked while you stay clothed? Is that fair?”
“Fair is for games. This is no game.” He pushed her jacket off her shoulders, tugged the fabric down her bare arms. Then he bent to take her nipple in his mouth, not bothering to remove her cami and bra first.
Her moan broke the stillness of the room, and her free hand came up to clasp the back of his head. The other teased his length, never landing long enough for him to learn her rhythm. She arched as his tongue arrowed in to lick her flesh in tight swirls. Just his breath against her wet top triggered a coil of pleasure between her thighs. He switched between her breasts, biting, blowing, savoring each hardened peak as if they were the most delectable thing he’d ever discovered.
While he made love to her breasts, she worked his shaft hard and fast. He let out a strangled gasp and she jerked his cock out of his boxers to caress him with both hands. He wasn't a fantasy level, no-way-this-could-be-real big, but a nice healthy size.
Veryhealthy.
Definitely worthy of the occasional daydreams he’d starred in over the past couple weeks. Already nice and thick, his shaft grew under her explorations. She traced the pulsing vein that roped around his cock and imagined sucking him off, taking him deep until he spurted into her mouth. She'd never enjoyed swallowing, but right now, with him, she wanted to.
“Take your shirt off,” she instructed.
Their gazes clashed and she leaned up to nibble the luscious full lips she’d admired without ever guessing she’d get to learn their flavor. He tasted of coffee, some dark rich blend she wouldn't be able to stomach without three packets of sugar.
With a hiss of breath, he released his hold on her to fight with buttons. His crisp white button-down shirt landed in the heap of her clothes. Then he shed his pants and underwear, finally standing beside her nude and oh-so-ready. Again.
Maybe she really was dreaming.
Elena reached for the hem of her cami and slipped it up her stomach and over her head. She unclasped her bra then left it hanging as her mystery lover drew one of her freed breasts between his lips. His hand widened her thighs, his thumb manipulating her clit until the dual assault ripped a cry from her. “Your skin is so lovely. Your lips, your nipples, where you're so wet for me,” he explored her in lazy circles, “so pink.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
